Hey y’all! It’s great to be able to blog again, and don’t worry; I’ll be sure to post Part Two of my coming out story in a few days. First though, I need to rant.
If you live in downtown Toronto, you will know that we just had a provincial by-election. I’ve been careful not to name my political affiliation here on GGT because I have other forums for that work and didn’t want to “go there”. The truth is though that I’m a New Democrat and, dare I say, a respected one at that. I chair one of the Party’s election planning committees, which means that the by-election was pretty much all I did for six weeks.
Planning a socialist uprising is hard work and doesn’t lend itself to going to the village and hopefully picking up. It doesn’t stop this gay boy from wanting some attention though. Enter cruising the internet. Now, I do cruise online a fair bit; especially in the winter when I can’t be bothered going out in the cold. The by-election just drove me to the keyboard even more. The frustrating thing is I didn’t meet anyone and I couldn’t help but wonder if cruising online is dead.
There are obviously thousands of guys in the city who meet each other online. The problem is that I’m finding more and more of them are “masculine”, “straight acting” (unpacking the internalized homophobia in that lovely gem of a term should be a PhD dissertation), “non-scene” types. In other words, boring and not the least bit attractive to me. Even for a roll in the hay, I want there to be some chemistry and maybe a hope for something deeper developing. Some of you might be thinking that I’m being too picky; that I should realize that cruising sites probably won’t lead to brilliant sex, never mind a match made in heaven. I’ve been with a few of these “straight acting” boys though and there is just nothing there. No passion. No sense of enjoying the queerness of having sex with another man. And, quite honestly, none of the tenderness I’ve even experienced after meeting someone in a club. Nothing!
Another by-election is over, and I have recovered from an exhaustion induced flu. It’s time to get back out there and find myself a nice queer and proud boy. To hell with the internet. Well, besides the pictures.












